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Brotha Lynch Hung F/ Baby Reg, Baby X, Big Dan, Mr. Doc Miscellaneous Locc 2 Da Brain [Verse 1: Baby X-Rated Locc] Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this, Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street When I got the milli pictured in my head Ain't no stoppin cuz the devil said I'm halfway dead What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the brain On that insane tip E-B-K everyday The block-style bitch smokin' dank With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank My nine on the side going Both ways, Peel a niggas cap and then I'm sideways Chorus: repeat 2X Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way Locc to da brain... [Verse 2: Big Dan] Now try to peep this watt G straight low killa rollin five and the deuce Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that sick juice I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot (you down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops stop Hit the lights there them niggas go Reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low Roll slow these niggas actin like they know us are here, They fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip They bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side Low, A fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump Hang from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain Insane loc so a nigga don't give a fuck It's in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck I let the gauge loose damn I've never seen so much blood It's all for gang and the gang shows no love fool So if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain't all good, I suggest you hide Chorus: 1X Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way [Verse 3: Mr. Doc] Come with me deep see how I'm bout to do it for this Back with tight big shit Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit When they get lit up on they turf So move on with they life one even left That since that time I haven't heard from him Now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go folks? Remember we're supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's So nigga fuck it, i'll do it like your ass is dead And touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shell I'm burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitch Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch So you'll make a switch on how you're gang-banging L-O-C and to the brain real locc's don't play that way See your niggas on the other side is best to hit the floor And watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole apart And now it is said and what was said Will come to pass from Mr. Doc amen, God bless your ass Chorus: repeat 2X Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way [Verse 4: Baby Reg] See I was standing in the middle of a circle cuz' a nigga is trying to jack me With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse But I ain't going out for a jack move The only thing on my mind Is pullin my nine and these handles in these fools Now tell me what you busters want with me? They started talking about pockets on the ground you mean Empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin' sherms But i'll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn Now take a lesson from a Sac-Town criminal I'm standing all alone in the street And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffin Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine And started bustin on niggas and watching every muther fucker try to run That locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun So imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride Cuz' when I ride it's always locc to da brain Chorus: repeat 2X Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way [Verse 5: Brotha Lynch Hung] You can't see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your sight Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit the night Drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's EBK everyday until the day I hit my grave-sight That locc to the brain cuz' it's all redrum A couple of hits from the purple spliff and I'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains Nigga nuts and guts is how we get sick them Northern Cal slayings That locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a gang Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang It ain't no way, I dump and let them niggas live Cuz' where I'm from we rockin up on em' bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine Creepin through your set hit the stop Sign sideways bustin I see gat twenty-four C's Feel the breeze from the slugs in my nine now Rest in peace Chorus: repeat 4X Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way |
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